Hogwarts: Starting as a Card Maker from a Failed Art Student

Chapter 39 A True and Perfect Paintbrush!

Upon hearing this, Penelope was dumbfounded.

A first-year wizard fighting a troll?

Are you crazy?!

No matter how amazing Ethan is, he has only been enrolled for a few months.

In first grade, they're only learning the Levitation Charm!

Creatures with thick skin and tough flesh are resistant to most forms of magic.

Excellent upperclassmen may be able to handle them on their own.

But a first-year student...

If you encounter a giant monster, you're lucky if your legs don't give way and you can't stand up!

Even Ethan's teleportation magic probably couldn't teleport such a massive creature.

This is simply unreasonable obstruction and an excuse to prevent Ethan from joining them!

"you--"

"Let's wait a bit longer," Prefect Robert interrupted their argument, offering words of comfort. "It's not too late to recruit Ethan into the club once he's a sophomore."

Although, they might not necessarily be willing to join.

But by then, he would have already moved to the Ministry of Magic, leaving all this intrigue behind.

Robert glanced at Sean's smug face and shook his head inwardly.

Sean, Sean, the way to deal with a potential rival isn't just about distancing yourself and suppressing him.

Look at the Malfoys, they know when to yield and when to stand firm.

Half of his face was swollen from being hit, but he still had to bring the other half of his face up and say, "Master's grace."

That's what you call being tactful.

Sean, you're still too green.

Penelope pouted and shrugged dejectedly: "Fine..."

She turned her head, her bright eyes looking at the little ones, searching for that tall and conspicuous figure.

She really thought highly of Ethan.

He's good-looking, capable, and his personality... well, it's a bit eccentric, but geniuses are always different, right?

Joining the club early allows him to learn insider knowledge and helps him expand his future network.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's a pity that it was hindered by jealous people... Hmm?

Penelope suddenly paused, frowned, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

Wait a minute, she's been searching for ages, but she can't find Ethan in the crowd.

Where is Ethan?

......

at that time.

Ethan did not follow the crowd to the lounge.

He turned and headed in another direction.

They followed Harry and Ron, who had also quietly slipped out.

However, unlike the two little ones who went unnoticed, everyone around him noticed his departure from the group.

But nobody cared.

Just thinking in my head:

Oh no, who's going to be unlucky this time?

Being targeted by Ethan is a terrible thing.

Just look at Professor Quirrell, floating in mid-air with blood dripping from his mouth.

Leave the crowd.

Ethan turned the corner, and the noise gradually faded away behind him.

Moonlight streamed through the diamond-patterned windows, refracting like countless jewels into the ancient and silent castle.

Ethan stopped in his tracks, looked up, and gazed at the bright, clear disc of the moon for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, he sighed:

The moon is beautiful tonight.

I wonder what Luna is doing now?

Could it also be gazing up at this silver disc?

Or, just as the letter says, he is disguised as a Dementor, going door to door asking for candy?

So cute...

The atmosphere was peaceful and tranquil. Ethan's handsome face appeared even more gentle and dignified under the moonlight.

Like a garden fairy in a dream, pure, beautiful, and spotless.

The surrounding area was completely cleaned up.

The red paint seeping from the wand dripped onto the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind it.

Unfortunately, Hermione was too excited to enjoy his Halloween surprise.

He had to make up for this regret for the little girl.

He wants to ensure that everyone receives equal treatment.

Let everyone have a complete childhood.

Today, Ethan is also praising his own kindness.

Just then.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

A piercing scream came from ahead!

At the same time, there were also thuds, like something breaking.

The sound of hurried footsteps filled the air, and panicked shouts of "Run! Run!" echoed down the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, three figures rushed out from around the corner.

It's Harry and Ron.

And then there's Hermione, caught between the two of them.

Oh, it wasn't a bathroom battle anymore?

Ethan raised an eyebrow, but didn't care; the outcome wouldn't change.

He raised his wand and saw Harry and Ron rushing towards him. The moment their eyes met, he became even more terrified.

They even instinctively slammed on the brakes, trying to turn around and run away.

Hermione: ?

Hermione was stunned and looked at the two of them in confusion.

The troll is right behind us, why are we running back?

Harry and Ron stared, their faces ashen, at the smiling Ethan ahead, unsure how to explain to Hermione:

Perhaps there is a terrifying giant behind it.

But ahead lies hell!

However, the situation did not allow them much time to think.

"roar--!"

A loud roar came from behind.

A colossal creature, nearly four meters tall and resembling a small mountain, rumbled toward them.

Its size reached the ceiling, and its skin was like granite, making it impossible to imagine what effect the spell would have on it.

Two short legs as thick as tree stumps; every time he ran, the entire corridor trembled.

In his hand, he gripped a wooden stick that dragged all the way to the ground.

Ethan smiled and waved, "Come on over here!"

Harry and Ron: "..."

They all stopped in their tracks, their faces turning ashen.

Hermione cried out in alarm and confusion, "W-what are you doing?! Come over here right now!"

Perhaps it was because of Ethan's nonchalant attitude.

Even though we're both first-year students, I felt very safe standing behind Ethan.

In the end, the three little ones managed to run behind Ethan while pulling each other along.

They immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Ethan raised his wand toward the giant monster.

The three little ones: ?!

"You...you want to challenge a troll?!" Ron exclaimed in shock, ripping his face dry. "Blood Mom Hell! We're doomed!"

"Shh-"

Ethan held up a finger and gently told Ron to shut up.

He then said to Hermione:

"Miss Granger, do you know the spell 'Flock of Birds'?"

Hermione paused, and despite the crisis, her studious instincts compelled her to answer instinctively:

"It must be a spell that summons a flock of chirping birds. The birds can be shot at the enemy as a means of attack."

"But...you don't intend to use that against a troll, do you?! Its hide is as hard as rock; that kind of spell will absolutely not do any damage!"

As she spoke, Hermione paused and bit her lower lip.

He couldn't help but lecture others again...

But Ethan paid no attention, simply watching the approaching giant and smiling:

"Miss Granger, have you noticed that even the same spell has different effects when cast by an adult wizard and a young wizard?"

"That's a difference in the strength of the soul, or what we might call 'magic power'."

"Just like the size of a water tank, the human body is also like that."

"so......"

Ethan raised his wand, and a splash of color emanated from it.

A pungent smell, a mixture of nuts and minerals, wafted out.

Hermione's eyes widened slowly, and what she saw reflected in them was the wand changing shape.

In the end, it became an incomparably beautiful paintbrush.

The lines are smooth and straight, and the wood grain is elegant and understated, yet it is captivating.

The tip of the brush is snow-white, as if it had just been plucked from a unicorn's tail, shimmering with a pure light.

The three little ones were stunned, gazing fascinated at the paintbrush.

Then, they suddenly realized that this was the "perfect paintbrush" that Ethan had been talking about all along.

"..."

The three little ones fell silent.

Their expressions turned strange.

Looking at Ethan's delighted expression, he hesitated to speak.

—Indeed, these paintbrushes are very beautiful; they must have been used by a noble and pure person.

However, this is exactly the opposite of Ethan's anthropomorphism!!

Just how skewed is Ethan's self-perception?

"Ah—this is the perfect brush for me."

Ethan sighed.

Holding the smooth, cool pen handle loosely, I felt as if it had become an extension of my arm.

The magic flowed into his body smoothly, just like water flowing in a pool.

The unity of man and pen brings unparalleled satisfaction.

"Now, Miss Granger, here comes the important information, so pay attention."

Upon hearing the words "exam site," Hermione instinctively perked up and focused intently on Ethan.

"I will show you just how powerful magic can be, and how much influence it has on a spell."

"Avis (flock of birds)."